Crystal: ok, this is a rewrite of my old NagixKen fic that ff.net took down because it was NC-17 ; damn site, taking away people's artistic rights of free speech.. erm.. ::cough:: ^^ anyways, as I said this is a remake of 'Blood Rose'. hopefully it's better and more people will enjoy it ^_^
there's not enough KenxNagi stories out there people!! write some!! ^-^
enjoy the show! I hope to make this a decently long series, but eh, the best laid plans.. =3
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It was a typical November night, lonely with a hint of the coming December chill. It was raining again, though with the chill of promised snow in a few weeks or so. The darkness was only invaded by the streetlights and the soft glow of lamps in the windows of apartment buildings. Every now and then a car would drive by, another person on their way home after a long day of working at the same job as they wondered what the point was.
It was on this night, that Ken Hidaka couldn't sleep. His mind was plagued with different things, like Kase and Yuriko; his jobs both as an assassin and as a florist. And most of all, the future. Ken often thought about the future, wondering if he would make it to his own and be able to settle down with a nice girl like Yuriko had been. So full of life and energy, and ever ready to have fun. He wondered if he'd make more friends (who weren't assassins like himself) like Kase had been at one time, before jealousy consumed him. He'd been admirable and loyal, always listening and helping when Ken had a problem or he just needed to hang around with someone, and forget all the pressure's of school and the J-League. But just when he believed he had these things, they were taken away from him.
He couldn't go away with Yuriko because of who he was, so stained with blood that a pure soul like she was too good for him. He was a demon, and she was an angel. Two separate pieces of the world who had no business being together. Then there was Kase. Just when he thought he had his best friend back, and would be able to have something of what he did before, reality was destroyed by a single bullet aimed at his heart. Kase had tried to kill him for the second time. So as Ken had struck the final blow, his hopes and dreams of the future shattered like glass.
Assassins, even ones that fought for the weak but noble, had no place in heaven.
Ken looked up and found himself at an old gravesite at the far end of a temple yard. He blinked in confusion, having never remembered seeing this place before. It wasn't very large, and the stones were crumbling with age and leaning as they sank slowly a little more each year into the softened earth. Around the cemetery was a metal rail fence, vines overgrowing the poles like Mother Nature herself was trying to hide the memories of this place. Interest getting the best of him, the brunette pushed open the gate which screeched horribly in protest and stepped into the graveyard. He dragged his fingers over the rough stones as he walked, looking at them with interest but not for detail. Something he couldn't explain made him stop at one as his touch encountered the top, the stone feeling warmer than the others. He knelt down before it and studied the surface with his green eyes, fingers tracing the words which had begun to fade with age.
HERE LIES THE BODY OF
KENTAROU SUTENEKO
There was a date of death but it was far too diminished to make out. Ken's touch trembled for an unknown reason as he took his hand away, a chill running down his spine. Why did that name strike something in him?
"Never thought I'd find you here, Siberian."
Ken stiffened at the familiar voice and stood, slowly turning towards the speaker. "I could say the same about you."
Nagi Naoe said nothing at first, stepping further towards the older brunette. "I have business here," he spoke again finally, standing a few steps in front of Ken.
"In an ancient graveyard? What're you going to do, bury a body?"
The telekinetic smirked, hair hanging in his eyes from the rain's weight. It made him look innocent, but his eyes, filled with a knowledge way passed his years, betrayed that facade. "Maybe."
Ken had taken an automatic step back as Nagi moved forward, trying to keep more distance between them. After all, Nagi constantly had his telekinetic weapon while the Weiss assassin was currently without his bugnuks. However, Kentarou's stone hit the back of his legs, stopping his retreat. Ken's breath caught in his throat as Nagi raised a hand towards him, waiting to be thrown back by an invisible force or crushed by an unseen vice. He wasn't expecting the fingers to glide across his cheek in a gentle caress.
"It's good to see you're finally starting to be drawn to your past."
Ken jerked away. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Nagi dropped his hand, something unidentifiable in his eyes. He supposed Siberian didn't remember after all. That would change, though, he'd make sure of it. "You'll see." Nagi felt a shiver run down his spine at the look Siberian was giving him, eyes dark with confusion and wariness. It was the same look that *he* gave him the first time they met, eyes the same color as had been the hair. Features hadn't changed much, either. The shorter brunette wanted nothing more than to show the taller just what he was talking about, but now wasn't the time. So, despite the fact he didn't want to, he would wait. Patience for him and Crawford, unlike for Schuldich and Farfarello, came naturally.
Nagi used his powers, but it was only to move Ken over and away from Kentarou's stone. He knelt before the grave marker and placed down a single Gentian flower, which the Weiss boy hadn't even noticed earlier, and said a small prayer which he didn't speak loud enough for anyone to understand but him. The Schwarz then stood and looked at Ken once more with his haunting eyes, before leaving as quietly as he'd come.
Once alone again, Ken suppressed a shiver. Even for an assassin, that kid was too eerily silent. The brunette left the graveyard as well, not even looking back at the stone that seemed familiar for an unknown reason and the flower left by someone he couldn't even begin to understand. The best thing, he knew, was just to get back home and try to forget this meeting ever happened.
By the time he reached home again, which was an apartment he shared with his teammates that was located about the Koneko, he realized that he'd forgotten his keys. Ken cursed, debating whether to bang on the door until someone heard him or not. If he did and Omi heard him, he knew the younger boy would gladly let him in, and even be concerned since he was soaking wet. Omi was cute when he was trying to be a mother hen. Then again, if Aya heard him there'd be hell to pay. The redhead hated being woken up by something stupid, and Ken forgetting his keys would definitely be considered stupid in the katana-wielding assassin's purple eyes. Aya probably wouldn't even let him in to teach him a lesson, or something. Ken sighed, not even considering any luck in Yohji opening the door, since he knew the playboy had a date tonight and most likely wasn't even back yet.
"Damn it all to fucking hell."
"Forget your keys, Ken-Ken?"
The brunette jolted in surprise and turned around, meeting the laughing jade eyes of his taller friend.
"Yohji? Where the hell did you come from?"
The blonde chuckled. "Didn't you learn about that in Health Class? You know, the Birds and the Bees? See, my father met my mother--"
"Yohji!" Ken cut him off, annoyed. "I know where you *came* from, but why're you home so early on Date Night?"
A shrug. "She wasn't my type." He stepped passed Ken and unlocked the door with his own set of keys, ignoring the look of surprise the ex-Soccer player was shooting at him. After all, what girl over eighteen wasn't Kudou Yohji's type? That was like saying the sun couldn't shine because the sky wasn't blue enough. Or something. "Do you plan on coming in now or are you going to stand out in the rain, gaping like a fish all night?"
Ken shook his head to clear it and stepped into the hallway, shutting and locking the door behind him. He followed Yohji up the stairs that led to their 'living area' as they called it.
"Why were you out so late, anyway, Ken-Ken?"
"Don't call me that. And I couldn't sleep."
Yohji grinned wickedly, pulling off his jacket and tossing it onto one of the kitchen chairs, watching Ken open the fridge and take out a soda. "Aya and Omi fucking like bunnies too loudly again?"
Ken sputtered and started choking, throwing Yohji a glare as the snickering blonde hit him on the back a couple times. "Wh-what?!"
"Take it easy, soccer boy. It was an honest question."
"Honestly perverted! I'd like to not think about my friends' sex lives, if that's at all possible. Hentai."
Aya and Omi had been dating for close to two months, but had only revealed it to Ken and Yohji just a week and a half ago. Well, to Ken anyway. Yohji had already known, having had come home one night to catch Aya and Omi going at it on the sofa. Omi had blushed crimson at this information, while his lover had just gave Yohji the patented Glare 0'Impending Doom. Unfortunately it had no affect on the grinning playboy.
Ken didn't really mind that his two friends were seeing each other, and knew that they cared for each other by their gazes. Aya's could be actually loving when he didn't know any one but Omi was looking. It was rather cute, actually.
"You walk in on them and see if you don't start splurting blood out your nose." Before Ken could say one world in retaliation, Yohji had walked passed him and out of the kitchen towards their separate bedrooms. "'Night, Ken-Ken."
The brunette watched him go silent before turning his attention to the window, watching the steady rain beat down over the darkened city.
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Crystal: oiy, no matter how many pages I type it never seems enough for a decent chapter ^^; oh well.
so anyways, that was chapter 1. review please and I shall write more! X3
there's not enough KenxNagi stories out there people!! write some!! ^-^
enjoy the show! I hope to make this a decently long series, but eh, the best laid plans.. =3
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It was a typical November night, lonely with a hint of the coming December chill. It was raining again, though with the chill of promised snow in a few weeks or so. The darkness was only invaded by the streetlights and the soft glow of lamps in the windows of apartment buildings. Every now and then a car would drive by, another person on their way home after a long day of working at the same job as they wondered what the point was.
It was on this night, that Ken Hidaka couldn't sleep. His mind was plagued with different things, like Kase and Yuriko; his jobs both as an assassin and as a florist. And most of all, the future. Ken often thought about the future, wondering if he would make it to his own and be able to settle down with a nice girl like Yuriko had been. So full of life and energy, and ever ready to have fun. He wondered if he'd make more friends (who weren't assassins like himself) like Kase had been at one time, before jealousy consumed him. He'd been admirable and loyal, always listening and helping when Ken had a problem or he just needed to hang around with someone, and forget all the pressure's of school and the J-League. But just when he believed he had these things, they were taken away from him.
He couldn't go away with Yuriko because of who he was, so stained with blood that a pure soul like she was too good for him. He was a demon, and she was an angel. Two separate pieces of the world who had no business being together. Then there was Kase. Just when he thought he had his best friend back, and would be able to have something of what he did before, reality was destroyed by a single bullet aimed at his heart. Kase had tried to kill him for the second time. So as Ken had struck the final blow, his hopes and dreams of the future shattered like glass.
Assassins, even ones that fought for the weak but noble, had no place in heaven.
Ken looked up and found himself at an old gravesite at the far end of a temple yard. He blinked in confusion, having never remembered seeing this place before. It wasn't very large, and the stones were crumbling with age and leaning as they sank slowly a little more each year into the softened earth. Around the cemetery was a metal rail fence, vines overgrowing the poles like Mother Nature herself was trying to hide the memories of this place. Interest getting the best of him, the brunette pushed open the gate which screeched horribly in protest and stepped into the graveyard. He dragged his fingers over the rough stones as he walked, looking at them with interest but not for detail. Something he couldn't explain made him stop at one as his touch encountered the top, the stone feeling warmer than the others. He knelt down before it and studied the surface with his green eyes, fingers tracing the words which had begun to fade with age.
HERE LIES THE BODY OF
KENTAROU SUTENEKO
There was a date of death but it was far too diminished to make out. Ken's touch trembled for an unknown reason as he took his hand away, a chill running down his spine. Why did that name strike something in him?
"Never thought I'd find you here, Siberian."
Ken stiffened at the familiar voice and stood, slowly turning towards the speaker. "I could say the same about you."
Nagi Naoe said nothing at first, stepping further towards the older brunette. "I have business here," he spoke again finally, standing a few steps in front of Ken.
"In an ancient graveyard? What're you going to do, bury a body?"
The telekinetic smirked, hair hanging in his eyes from the rain's weight. It made him look innocent, but his eyes, filled with a knowledge way passed his years, betrayed that facade. "Maybe."
Ken had taken an automatic step back as Nagi moved forward, trying to keep more distance between them. After all, Nagi constantly had his telekinetic weapon while the Weiss assassin was currently without his bugnuks. However, Kentarou's stone hit the back of his legs, stopping his retreat. Ken's breath caught in his throat as Nagi raised a hand towards him, waiting to be thrown back by an invisible force or crushed by an unseen vice. He wasn't expecting the fingers to glide across his cheek in a gentle caress.
"It's good to see you're finally starting to be drawn to your past."
Ken jerked away. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Nagi dropped his hand, something unidentifiable in his eyes. He supposed Siberian didn't remember after all. That would change, though, he'd make sure of it. "You'll see." Nagi felt a shiver run down his spine at the look Siberian was giving him, eyes dark with confusion and wariness. It was the same look that *he* gave him the first time they met, eyes the same color as had been the hair. Features hadn't changed much, either. The shorter brunette wanted nothing more than to show the taller just what he was talking about, but now wasn't the time. So, despite the fact he didn't want to, he would wait. Patience for him and Crawford, unlike for Schuldich and Farfarello, came naturally.
Nagi used his powers, but it was only to move Ken over and away from Kentarou's stone. He knelt before the grave marker and placed down a single Gentian flower, which the Weiss boy hadn't even noticed earlier, and said a small prayer which he didn't speak loud enough for anyone to understand but him. The Schwarz then stood and looked at Ken once more with his haunting eyes, before leaving as quietly as he'd come.
Once alone again, Ken suppressed a shiver. Even for an assassin, that kid was too eerily silent. The brunette left the graveyard as well, not even looking back at the stone that seemed familiar for an unknown reason and the flower left by someone he couldn't even begin to understand. The best thing, he knew, was just to get back home and try to forget this meeting ever happened.
By the time he reached home again, which was an apartment he shared with his teammates that was located about the Koneko, he realized that he'd forgotten his keys. Ken cursed, debating whether to bang on the door until someone heard him or not. If he did and Omi heard him, he knew the younger boy would gladly let him in, and even be concerned since he was soaking wet. Omi was cute when he was trying to be a mother hen. Then again, if Aya heard him there'd be hell to pay. The redhead hated being woken up by something stupid, and Ken forgetting his keys would definitely be considered stupid in the katana-wielding assassin's purple eyes. Aya probably wouldn't even let him in to teach him a lesson, or something. Ken sighed, not even considering any luck in Yohji opening the door, since he knew the playboy had a date tonight and most likely wasn't even back yet.
"Damn it all to fucking hell."
"Forget your keys, Ken-Ken?"
The brunette jolted in surprise and turned around, meeting the laughing jade eyes of his taller friend.
"Yohji? Where the hell did you come from?"
The blonde chuckled. "Didn't you learn about that in Health Class? You know, the Birds and the Bees? See, my father met my mother--"
"Yohji!" Ken cut him off, annoyed. "I know where you *came* from, but why're you home so early on Date Night?"
A shrug. "She wasn't my type." He stepped passed Ken and unlocked the door with his own set of keys, ignoring the look of surprise the ex-Soccer player was shooting at him. After all, what girl over eighteen wasn't Kudou Yohji's type? That was like saying the sun couldn't shine because the sky wasn't blue enough. Or something. "Do you plan on coming in now or are you going to stand out in the rain, gaping like a fish all night?"
Ken shook his head to clear it and stepped into the hallway, shutting and locking the door behind him. He followed Yohji up the stairs that led to their 'living area' as they called it.
"Why were you out so late, anyway, Ken-Ken?"
"Don't call me that. And I couldn't sleep."
Yohji grinned wickedly, pulling off his jacket and tossing it onto one of the kitchen chairs, watching Ken open the fridge and take out a soda. "Aya and Omi fucking like bunnies too loudly again?"
Ken sputtered and started choking, throwing Yohji a glare as the snickering blonde hit him on the back a couple times. "Wh-what?!"
"Take it easy, soccer boy. It was an honest question."
"Honestly perverted! I'd like to not think about my friends' sex lives, if that's at all possible. Hentai."
Aya and Omi had been dating for close to two months, but had only revealed it to Ken and Yohji just a week and a half ago. Well, to Ken anyway. Yohji had already known, having had come home one night to catch Aya and Omi going at it on the sofa. Omi had blushed crimson at this information, while his lover had just gave Yohji the patented Glare 0'Impending Doom. Unfortunately it had no affect on the grinning playboy.
Ken didn't really mind that his two friends were seeing each other, and knew that they cared for each other by their gazes. Aya's could be actually loving when he didn't know any one but Omi was looking. It was rather cute, actually.
"You walk in on them and see if you don't start splurting blood out your nose." Before Ken could say one world in retaliation, Yohji had walked passed him and out of the kitchen towards their separate bedrooms. "'Night, Ken-Ken."
The brunette watched him go silent before turning his attention to the window, watching the steady rain beat down over the darkened city.
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Crystal: oiy, no matter how many pages I type it never seems enough for a decent chapter ^^; oh well.
so anyways, that was chapter 1. review please and I shall write more! X3